For dinner we ate pasta with a deer sausage meat sauce. It was delicious!
I am now listening to JMonster and The Rev as they converse in the shower:
"Daddy, why did they kill the reindeer?"
"No one killed the reindeer."
"We can't eat reindeer cuz that's what pulls Santa Claus's sleigh!"
"We didn't eat Santa Claus's reindeer. It was just a deer."
"Oh."
All of this following the conversation we had while he was sitting on the potty:
"Mommy, I need to not eat too much."
"Oh really? Why do you need to not eat too much?"
"So I won't get a tummy ache. A eats too fast. Tell him to not eat so fast."
"A does eat too fast, but he doesn't eat too much. We don't give you too much food."
"He always eats too fast and finishes before we all do.
I don't want him to get dessert before the rest of us!"
JMonster has been very concerned lately about getting fat.
And exercising.
And not eating too much.
And not drinking sugary drinks.
To the point that I've actually been concerned.
Maybe this explains it just a little...
